There is a new god who doesn't seem too eager to make herself known, let alone be quick to introductions. During the earlier meeting the tall shadow of a woman mostly keeps to herself, neglecting the pen and paper in favor of silently noting the details to memory.

Like then, she doesn't approach the gods or shinki and isn't one to challenge her fellow gods. Rather, she keeps an eye on those who are pitted against one another, an unreadable expression on her dark visage as she watches behind the lenses of a pair of sunglasses.

After all, it isn't so physical when you don't quite share the same corporeal body as your opponent, god or no. Would that be cheating?

The new god seems more interested in the display of food and drink than partaking in any of it.

It's funny, really -- while others here are no more living and existing as she, Ravine still lacks the pangs of hunger and thirst that would prompt her to indulge here. And though she had the one chance to be human again, if only for a little while, back in the old world, she left that unfinished arrangement behind when she arrived to this place, where all she can do is simply meander among the scene.

When the Old Gods have finished their immodest tales of their achievements, Ravine just hums in response. She catches their bait, but she doesn't quite bite.

"If I did not know any better, I would worry that there would be no end to their pontificating."

Fortunately, she knows well that there is an end to everything. You just have to endure.